"Paul... Paul sweetie wake up." His mother whispers while gently shaking his shoulder.

Paul groans and slowly opens his eyes to see his mother standing next to his bed. "Mom?" He tries to sit up but can't. He then notices how hot, heavy and stiff he feels. Looking down he see the top of Daryl's head tucked in to his chest with an arm and leg draped over him holding him intimately. "Oh Jesus! Mom I… I can explain…"

He starts to sit up but his mom stops him. "Shhh… Don't wake him…" She motions to Daryl who has only groaned at the slight movement of his human pillow. "So…" She sits down in Paul's desk chair. "This is real truth then huh?"

"Mom I can explain…"

"Oh please do." His mother smiles. "Because to me it looks like you and Daryl here were sleeping together in your bed."

Paul knows she basically has him by the balls here. There was no way he could deny what she was saying or seeing with her own two eyes. The best choice for him was to come clean. "Yes… that's what it is…"

"Uh-huh." She crosses her arms and looks down at the peacefully sleeping Daryl that is still wrapped around her son. "So you like him?" She looks back at him. "In more than 'just a friend' way?"

Paul doesn't know how Daryl is sleeping through all this when his heart is beating a mile a minute right under his head. He could hear it in his own ears so it had to be even l to him. "Y-yes..." he whispers shyly to her.

His mother sits there silently with an expressionless face looking in-between him and Daryl. He has no idea how she will handle his confession of liking another boy. His fears run wild thinking his and Daryl's relationship will be forced to end before it's even gotten a chance to start. "Mom please, please don't be mad." He starts to cry. "Please don't make him go away." He grips at Daryl's shirt like it would help keep him there with him somehow. "Please!"

"Paul, Paul calm down." She says seeing how worked up he's gotten. "I'm not going to make him go away sweetie. I wouldn't do that to either of you."

Paul calms down some and loosens his grip on Daryl's shirt. "Really… you're okay with us?"

"I am just calm down okay." He nods and she sighs. "I figured this was going to happen. From the moment you brought him home the first time, I could see how you looked at him. I was worried that he wouldn't feel the same and you would get hurt. That's the real reason I wanted to keep him away from you." His mother confesses. "When Glenn told us who he was and who his brother was I feared he would be just like his brother, and if you were to admit to him your feelings that things wouldn't go as you had hoped or even worse." She shakes her head at whatever she's thinking then looks up at him with a soft loving smile that only a mother can give. "I can see now that I was wrong. He clearly likes you as well and as long as he keeps out of trouble I'm fine with you two seeing each other."

Paul can't believe his ears. "Uhh… Thank, you…" he says expecting her to rip the rug out from under his feet at any moment.

"You're welcome." His mom stands up and starts to leave his room.

While she is walking out, Paul notices the time on his clock says 8:50 p.m. They had been asleep for almost two hours. "Oh crap mom, why didn't you wake us up sooner? Now it's going to be dark when Daryl walks home."

His mom stops just outside his door way and turns back around to look in at him. "Well for starters, he can stay if he likes. I'm sure his brother told him to anyway so its fine, he just has to sleep downstairs now."

"Really… by himself?"

"Yes Paul. I may accept you two but I'm not giving you the green light to start having sex under my roof." Paul cringes at his mom saying the word sex. "He can sleep down stairs on the pull out and if he doesn't wake up then you can head down there instead."

"Fine…" Paul huffs.

"and to finish answering your question. I didn't wake you because you two looked so cute." Paul feels a blush start to rise and he looks down at the still snoozing Daryl. "Now I expect one of you to be down stairs by 10, 11 at the latest. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good now behave yourself." She warns before turning to leave for good.

Paul waits till he's sure she is gone then takes one of the deepest breath he's ever taken. Probably only second to his first breath after being born. His hands run over his face to hide his smile because if his mom knew what they had done before falling asleep, she wouldn't have allowed him to stay so easily. "Well that was stressful." He says to himself.

"You're telling me." Daryl says while pushing off him.

"Holy shit…" Paul says startled by Daryl's sudden reanimation and while jumps back. "Were you awake that whole time?"

Daryl chuckles. "Not the whole time. Think I woke up about the time she asked you to calm down." He groans has he stretches then adds. "I kept hearing this thumping sound in one ear and then you crying in the other. I heard you say 'please' and I thought 'what the hell is he talking about?'. I was just about to sit up to check on you when she asked you to calm down. So I just kept quiet and listened."

"So you know what she said about you and having to sleep down stairs and all right?" Daryl nods. "So then what you want to do, we only have an hour before she'll come back and check on us." Daryl grins and Paul knows it can't be good. "What…" he asks.

Daryl crawls over the bed and leans in for a kiss. Paul can't refuse him even thought his door is wide open and his mom or dad could walk by any minute. He lets Daryl lead him back down on the bed and hover over him like before. Allowing him the freedom to take the lead again until he feels his thick hands start to work their way under his shirt. "Daryl… Daryl…" He turns from the kiss but Daryl keeps kissing down his neck. "Daryl wait… we don't have time for this. She could be back any minute."

Daryl sits up and looks down at him. "Really…" He asks with sad eyes.

Paul sighs and forces himself to look away from the puppy eyes. "Yes really. Plus, the door is open and they could walk by and see."

With a sigh Daryl pushes up and off him. "Fine." He his back on the bed with crossed arms and a pout.

"Oh come on." Paul smiles. "We can still do other stuff, like talk…"

"About what?"

"Well there are actually a few things I wanted to ask you."

Daryl pulls his legs up and crosses them while facing Paul. "Okay ask."

Paul sits up and takes a deep breath. "Well for starters, where do you live? I know we haven't known each other long but every time we hang out it's at my house. I'd like to hang out at your place once in a while too."

"Well… about that…" Daryl strokes over the back of his neck nervously. "I just don't want you to look down on me if you see where I live."

"What? I would never do that." Paul says placing a hand on Daryl's knee. "I don't care where you live Daryl I just would like to know so I can come over sometimes."

Daryl sighs and nods. "Yeah that makes sense… Well you know the road we went down to get to the river?" Paul nods. "Well if you keep going straight instead of turning down that road, you'll end up near trailer park. I live there."

"Okay which house?"

Daryl looks at him like he doesn't understand. "It's not a house, it's a trailer."

Paul shrugs. "Still a house. Might not be stick built but it's a house none the less, so which one?"

"Well it's the second to last one. Most the time you can see my brothers bike parked out front. If not, it's the only one with covered porch."

"Okay then my next question is about your brother… How do you think he will react to us? Or me coming over?"

Daryl starts to laugh. "Honestly? He'll probably make fun of us but I don't think he'll mean it in a bad way. It's just how he is and he might call you a couple of names like pretty boy and Richie Rich, but as long as you don't let it get to you he'll warm up to you and the idea of us I guess. He's not really that bad of a guy just has a drug problem."

Paul exhales and lets his head fall. "That's great." He chuckles. "I was so worried he would disapprove and freak out or something."

Daryl shakes his head. "Nah. Like I said he's a good guy. He gives me a hard time but that's because we're brothers you know."

"Then why were you so scared to call him that first night you stayed?"

Daryl's smile fades. "Well… like I said he has a drug problem… When he's sober, he's fine and like any normal older brother and he's pretty much the same when he's high. He's a bit more fowl mouthed but overall he's the same… It's just when he's out and having withdrawals he I don't know… scary… like how out father was."

"I see… and your father wasn't good to you two?"

Daryl shakes his head. "He was just a drunk who beat us. I don't know if you noticed but remember when we went swimming that day and I left my shirt on?"

Paul nods. "I did but didn't feel it was important enough to ask about."

"Yeah well, I left it on so you wouldn't see my scars. Their kinda hard to miss and I have a few of them and it always seem to make people uncomfortable so I just avoid taking my shirt off." Paul is a bit shocked at what he's hearing. How could Daryl have been treated so badly yet still care about how other people feel. On top of that how dare any one treat him badly. "You okay?"

Paul looks up to see Daryl looking at him with a worried look. "Yeah… I was just wondering why you're so good. Or I guess how you're so good I guess I would make more sense."

"What do you mean?"

"You have scars and to avoid making others feel uncomfortable you hide them."

"Well they're pretty bad. It's probably worse then you're thinking honestly."

"Well I'm not going to ask you to show me… You can do that when you're ready. Just know that no matter how bad they are or how bad you think they are, I love you for you and nothing will change that."

"You love me huh?" Daryl smiles. "Bit early to be saying that don't you think."

Paul blushes. "You know what I mean."

Daryl slides his hand over Paul's to hold. "Yeah I think I do." They sit there holding hands for a moment before Daryl asks "So is that all your questions or do you have more?"

Paul smiles. "Just two more." Daryl groans playfully and falls to the bed wrapping his arms around Paul's waist. "Alright I'll make them quick. The first one is about the stone. Where did you get the idea to do that and where did you find the time to carve my nickname in to it?"

Daryl sits up to prop his head up in his hand. "I thought about it that day we were shooting targets. Well, I thought of a version of it I guess. I was thinking about how cheesy it was that couples carved their names in to trees. Then on the way home I stopped by the river to waste time and started to wonder if you were the type to like that sort of thing. I happen to find a stone that was a really nice color and brought it home with me where I started carving at it." He looks away and starts to fiddle with the folds of Paul's bed sheets. "Before I knew it I had carved Jesus in to it and polished it to a shine."

"So you had it done before you ever called me that night?" Daryl nods slowly and Paul can't help but smile. He slides down in to the bed next to Daryl and wraps one of his arms around his waist. "I had no idea you could be so romantic Daryl."

Daryl scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Shut the fuck up will ya. Just hurry up and ask your last question." Paul smiles bashfully and Daryl notices. "Something tells me this one is going to be good."

"Well… It's just earlier, you took charge and it seemed like you knew what you were doing… I was just wondering how you know doing that, that way would feel good."

Chucking Daryl pulls himself in to Paul's chest to hide his embarrassment. "I looked it up." He mumbled. "After talking to your mom and reading your notes my mind raced with thoughts of you like that but I didn't know what to do… so I looked it up on our computer at home."

"Really?"

Daryl nods. "Of course it talked about the other stuff but I figured that was better for our first time."

Paul giggles and forces Daryl to faces him. "And you were right." He kisses him. "It was amazing." Another kiss. "And perfect." Another kiss. "And I can't wait till we can do it again."

Daryl grins and grinds up against Paul's leg. "Keep kissing me and you won't have to wait very long." Paul moans and kisses him once more daring him to make good on his threat. Daryl growls happily and sits up to pull Paul under him. "Still think we don't have enough time?" he asks kissing along Paul's jaw line.

Paul groans. "Hold on." He slips out from under Daryl and steps over to his open door. Leaning out to look down the hall, he sees his parent's door is closed and the lights of the TV can be seen dancing from underneath it. On top of that he can hear the shower running so his mom won't be coming out any time soon. Paul slips back in to his room and halfway closes the door behind him. "Okay their door is shut and mom is in the shower. So we have to hurry."

Daryl grins as he rises up to his knees to start and undo his pants and pull free his already swollen flesh. Unlike before, Paul can now see just how strong and angry Daryl's cock is. It was a creamy white color with dark blue veins that lead up to a rosy pink tip. He watches wide eyed as Daryl strokes himself a few times and Paul is suddenly filled with a new desire. "What are you staring at?"

Paul looks up to see Daryl glaring at him before looking back down. He takes a deep breath and slowly starts to walk back over to him. "I uh… I wanna try something, if you'll let me…" Paul whispers while slowly running his finger down the front of Daryl's shirt. He keeps going till he reaches the small patch of curls just above Daryl's throbbing man hood where he stops to look back up at him. Daryl gives him a small nod to continue so he does.

He gently drags his fingers down Daryl's shaft till he reaches the leaking slit at the end where he scoops up the clear liquid on his fingertips. Curiously and slow, he brings his hand up to his mouth and licks the precum from his fingers before sucking them in to mouth with a small moan. He then looks up to see Daryl staring at him with his jaw dropped slightly. "Sit down." He whispers and Daryl quickly obeys.

Paul notices Daryl's chest heaving with each breath he takes but he doesn't stop to ask if is alright. Instead he drops down to his knees and gently pushes Daryl's legs open before reaching up to softly stroking his creamy colored flesh. "If it doesn't feel good, please let me know."

Daryl chuckles nervously. "I doubt I'll have to do that."

Paul scoffs. "Just don't judge me to harshly is all I ask. It's my first time…" He whispers before dropping down and wrapping his lips around Daryl's salty tip. Twisting his tongue around, he sucks up the salty taste of Daryl and pushes him deeper in to his mouth with a low moan.

"Oooohh fuck!" Daryl growls while falling back on to his bed and arching up in to his mouth. "It's… It's so hot." Paul swirls his tongue around Daryl as he pulls up some before sliding back down. Paul soon feels Daryl's hand run through his hair and grip firmly to hold him in place. "Don't. Move…" he whimpers. "If you move, I'm done for…"

Paul looks up and, taking Daryl's warning as a challenge, smiles. Pushing forward against Daryl's hand, and pulling his own hair in the process, Paul forces Daryl deeper and deeper in to his mouth till he feels him press in to that back of his throat cutting off his airway. As he feels his throat convulsing with his struggle to breath, Daryl moans and tightens his grip on his hair to pull him off till only his tip remains in Paul's mouth. "I'm warning you… keep this up and I can't promise your safety." Paul purrs around him and tries to force Daryl back in to mouth. Daryl bits on his lip and smiles. "You sure?" Paul tightens his lips around Daryl's shaft and runs his tongue over his slit. "Alright," Daryl says with a chuckle "you asked for it…"

The next thing he knows is that both of Daryl's hands are wrapped around his head pulling him on and off him faster than Paul could have moved himself. It hurts some and it's hard for Paul to catch his breath but when his eyes are starting to water, he closes them so Daryl doesn't think he's hurting him and making him cry. Paul soon hears Daryl whisper through his pants for him to open his eyes back up. He does and just in time to feel Daryl wipe away the tear that falls. "You okay? Need me to stop?" Paul quickly shakes his head no and wraps his arms around Daryl's legs to hold him there making Daryl chuckle. "Your such and masochist."

Paul isn't quite sure what Daryl meant by that but he doesn't have time to dwell on it as Daryl pushes deep in to his throat and closes off his air way again. Daryl keeps stoking his cheek with his thumb as he becomes slightly light headed while he struggles to breath. "Take yours out." Daryl whispers while he pulls out to allow him to breath. Paul gasps for air and wipes his face clean of his drool then quickly starts to open his jeans so he can take ahold of himself. "Open back up." Paul drops his jaw and Daryl stuffs himself back in to his mouth. "Now, stroke yourself along with me." Paul nods and Daryl starts back up thrusting violently in to his mouth.

When Paul feels like his climax draw near it's like something strange and new is awaking inside him but he doesn't fight it. He lets it take him over as his vison fades and his whole body goes numb and ridged. The waves of pleasure wash over him and he tries to swallow Daryl down as deeply as he can. Daryl's hand flies up to cover his mouth just as Paul feels the back of his throat get sprayed and coated with his cum. He chokes down the salty seed he's given as his hand moves in a blur till his own spills out over his knees.

When Daryl is spent, he falls back on the bed pulling free from Paul's mouth as he goes. Paul licks his lips clean then leans back to rest on his one clean hand breathless. "What the hell was that?" Daryl asks. "I mean… I know what it was but I never would have expected that sort of… erotic display from you."

Paul starts to chuckle and pushes himself to sit up. "Yeah I wouldn't have thought I was like that either." He wipes his hand on his jeans and peeks up at Daryl's still leaking cock. "I guess you just bring it out in me." He whispers as he ignores his watering mouth.

"Well I'm glad." Daryl says sitting up and tucking himself away. "We'll just have to test and see what other sort of things I can bring out in you." He grins wildly.

"Yeah I guess we will." Paul chuckles.

A few moments later Paul hears the door to his parent's room open up and his mother call from down the hall. "Paul, has Daryl headed down stairs yet?"

Paul groans and stands up to lean out the door. "No he's just going to sleep in my room. I'll sleep down stairs."

"Alright then." She says. "Good night."

"Night." He says before slipping back in to his room.

"What she's not going to make sure you go down there?" Daryl ask.

"Oh I'm sure she will check on us at some point tonight after we've gone to sleep." Paul sighs as he removes his dirtied jeans and tosses them aside. "So I guess I'll be heading down there and you can just stay up here in my room."

"You sure? I don't want to kick you out of your bed or anything."

Paul walks over and kisses Daryl sweetly on the lips. "I'm sure. You stay in here and I'll sleep on the couch." He takes one of his pillows and the sheet Daryl had used the last time he stayed and starts to leave the room. "I'll see you in the morning okay."

Daryl nods. "Yeah, see ya." Paul takes one last look at him before slipping out and shutting the door behind him.